Anshara Jahan
Abstract Children Stories
They fall between the two cliffs of thoughts
Touch the ground sprouting dreams
Would spread arms around my feelings
And cradle a lonely moonlight.
Words are not just language.
They are the world, they are peace
The Weaver
Money
Mother Nature...
Colours
Freedom
The Twilight ...
Parents
World
Fast Car
No More Eyes
When a tree falls in a forest Does it make any noise? When a tree falls in a forest Does it make any noise?
Those depths perpetuated life in me, And I saw myself getting 'Reborn' Those depths perpetuated life in me, And I saw myself getting 'Reborn'
I clasp the pitcher to quench my thirst, Just then the claps of thunder... I clasp the pitcher to quench my thirst, Just then the claps of thunder...
nice.. nice..
Dread do I that this bud will last, To obscure my presence. Dread do I that this bud will last, To obscure my presence.
Where's the freedom, where's the life? Where's the freedom, where's the life?
Feelings are like crooked lines of our heartbeats, Staying inside... Feelings are like crooked lines of our heartbeats, Staying inside...
Winters crept in, the weathers chill, With misty morns and foggy nights... Winters crept in, the weathers chill, With misty morns and foggy nights...
Lovely... Lovely...
Playing with words.. Playing with words..
The only thing I could give you is my heartfelt words of thankfulness and of course some health advi... The only thing I could give you is my heartfelt words of thankfulness and of cou...
The Rainbow is then certain to appear... The Rainbow is then certain to appear...
I miss you dad from the bottom of my heart. I miss you dad from the bottom of my heart.
And darling, I'm scared. Won't you take me home? And darling, I'm scared. Won't you take me home?
Glued to the pages, she is now lost, In this new life and a new identity.. Glued to the pages, she is now lost, In this new life and a new identity..
Motherland.... Motherland....
eventually became a rebel... eventually became a rebel...
The moment my head hits the soft pillow I delve into a world of peace. The moment my head hits the soft pillow I delve into a world of peace.
fierce lovely water... fierce lovely water...
It’s the money you think, that will make you happy? It’s the money you think, that will make you happy?
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